

Musical- Option B (Poem of the life in Maycomb County)
Oh, life in Maycomb was much alive;
As kicking alive as dead
A resilient old county that was erect for ages,
So long that none knew when it existed
Life was simply a cycle of repetition
Its people were stereotypical,
Resisting the forces of change
Their lives meant no life,
Following a pace so slow that olden the town faster and faster
No one had high aspirations;
No one wanted fame;
Simplicity was all that remained.
“Leaving the Maycomb County” can only be said by a true hero,
As what it takes would not be audacity but moral courage
In the undisrupted tranquil in Maycomb,
Nevertheless, always lies an ugly and malicious truth of segregation
Men and Women,
Rich and Poor,
Gregarious and Reclusive,
And most importantly, Black and White,
If you were born coloured,
Your destiny is sealed
Be thankful of the treatment you received from the society,
You can’t blame anyone, you just can’t.
Embrace the discrimination from the whites,
Never should one black answer back
You are always disadvantaged after considering from any angle,
That implies, just give up!
Your words will not be trusted;
Your story will never be heard;
Alike a mockingbird singing out its plea in front of a roaring tiger,
You will be devoured ferociously;
You will be tortured mercilessly till you do not utter a second word
Oh, life in Maycomb was much fair,
As impartial as robbing rights away from some,
As just as treating some so differently from the norm.
Intrapersonal- Option C (Point of View of Jem Finch on the day after Tom Robinson's Trial)